Testing Scripture: A Scientist Explores the Bible- by John Polkinghorne, Chapter 7- Cross and Resurrection

Testing Scripture: A Scientist Explores the Bible — by John Polkinghorne

Chapter 7- Cross and Resurrection

Polkinghorne begins this chapter by observing that all the Gospels are in the active voice in the course of Jesus’ public ministry.  This relates to his authoritative words and powerful deeds.  However, when the narratives reach the final week in Jerusalem, the voice changes and the verbs become passive.  Things happen to Jesus, as he is subjected to an unjust trial and handed over to suffering and death.  The Gospels all attach profound significance to this last week.

Polkinghorne also notes what a tortuous means of death the Romans had devised in crucifixion.  Death was by asphyxiation when the person could no longer raise themselves up against the nails in the feet to take a breath.  It was ironically cruel in that the stronger, mentally and physically, the person was the longer it took to die.  It has been said some would linger days in perpetual pain, unless the Roman soldiers became tired of the sport and broke their legs with a sledgehammer.

A first century Jew would have interpreted crucifixion as a sign of divine rejection, as it says in Deuteronomy 21:23 that “cursed is anyone hung on a tree”.  It is hard for us to imagine today, where the cross is a religious symbol, how much the word was regarded with sinister horror in that ancient Roman world.  There is no depiction of the crucified Christ in Christian art until the centuries in which crucifixion was no longer a contemporary reality.  Jesus’ contemporaries would have simply concluded that he was a Messianic pretender (one of many at that time) whose grandiose claims had proved to be empty.

So what explains the frightened disciples’ transformation into fearless proclaimers of the Lordship of Jesus?  Why wouldn’t stealing the body and asserting he rose from the dead have worked for the dozens of other Messianic pretenders at the time?  Or that their fond memories of “teacher” morphed into the legend that he rose from the dead?  Why did that just work for only the followers of Jesus?  Polkinghorne says we need to investigate whether there is evidence that might rightly motivate us to believe that Jesus being raised from the dead to a life of unending glory was indeed the case.  I agree we should undertake an investigation of the claim that Jesus rose from the dead based on what we can glean from historical documents.  But let’s not pretend there is anything objective about this investigation.  Everybody, and I mean everybody, is working their own agenda here.  The religious skeptic no less than the Christian apologist.  And it begins right at the first assessment of the extant documentation.  Because no non-Christian Roman historian or politician has much to say about the Jesus cult, much less anything favorable, then that means the written record we do have isn’t “sufficiently attested” by supporting documentation.  To which I call bullshit.  Yes, my belief in Jesus’ resurrection is just that—a religious belief.  I cannot “prove” it in any sense that word has now come to mean.  And yes, the burden of proof is on me, and my fellow co-religionists, since we are making an extraordinary claim.  But the New Testament is as a “historical” a collection of documents as any other ancient collection or document, and you, the skeptics, are just going to have to live with that.  No amount of “Jesus Seminar” shenanigans or “liberal scholarship” is going to undo that fact any more than any amount of apologetics is going to provide evidence that demands (a favorable) verdict.  It was then, still is, and always will be, a matter of faith and that is that. /rant off/

So is it a reasonable well motivated belief?  Polkinghorne points out the earliest statement of the Resurrection that we have occurs in the Pauline writings.  Writings, which by the way, predate the Gospels, and date back to at least the year 55.  Paul reminds the Corinthians:

1 Corinthians 15:3 For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, 4 that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, 5 and that he appeared to Cephas,[b] and then to the Twelve. 6 After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers and sisters at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. 7 Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, 8 and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.

Papyrus 46- Part of 2 Corinthians dated to 175AD

When Paul refers to “For what I received…” he is referring to teaching he received after his dramatic conversion on the road to Damascus.  That would take the quoted testimony back to within a very few years (maybe as little as 3 years) of the events themselves.  This antiquity receives some confirmation in the use of the Aramaic “Cephas” for Peter and the reference to the apostles as “the twelve”, usages that soon died out in the early Christian community.  So much for the usual canard that the Resurrection was a “later” addition to the Gospels.  It clearly was there from the beginning.

Polkinghorne then turns to the Gospels themselves.  As anyone knows who has any kind of familiarity with the Gospels, they do not harmonize.  The skeptics make much of Mark not having an appearance story; verses 16:9-20 are known to be second century additions. Nevertheless, Mark twice records the promise that the risen Christ will meet with disciples in Galilee (14:28 and 16:7).  To me, personally, the lack of harmonization is further evidence that the early Christians took the transmittal of the truth of the basic fact of the Resurrection seriously.  They preserved the differences, they did not conflate them, which is just what honest people would do.  Honest people who were trustworthy and can be believed.  Polkinghorne says:

At first sight it might seem that we are simply confronted with a bunch of variously made-up tales, constructed by different Christian communities as ways of expressing their conviction that in some way Jesus continued to be their living Lord.  However, there is an unexpected and persistent feature of the stories that persuades me that their historicity needs to be taken seriously.  This feature is that initially it was difficult to recognize the risen Christ for who he was… Most of the stories climax in a moment of recognition when it dawns on the participants who they are with.  This seems to me to be a very unlikely feature to be found in a collection of independently made-up tales.  I believe that it is an actual historical reminiscence of what those encounters were like, and so I conclude that the appearance stories have real evidential value and need to be taken with great seriousness.

The second line of evidence Polkinghorne points out is the story of the discovery of the empty tomb.  All though there are differences in detail, they all agree that the tomb was empty.  It is striking that the initial reaction of the women was not joy but fear.  They were not expecting resurrection.  However, he points out there are a number of problems that need to be discussed before the value of the empty tomb stories can be properly assessed.

The first is whether there was, in fact, an identifiable tomb at all.  It was common for the Romans to bury criminals in unmarked tombs or just leave their bodies to eaten by scavengers.  Yet we know from archaeological evidence that this was not an invariable practice.  That all four Gospels speak of Joseph of Arimathea as providing a tomb is a compelling reason.  He is otherwise an unknown figure of no significance in the early Christian movement and the best reason for his association with this courageous and honorable act is surely to believe he actually did it.

A second problem is that Paul makes no reference to the empty tomb in his epistles.  Yet these are occasional writings for specific purposes, not the histories of everything.  Moreover, in 1 Corinthians 15, Paul did say Jesus was buried.  He would not have believed Jesus was alive, if in fact, his body was moldering in a tomb.

The early controversy was not over whether there was an empty tomb, but why it was empty.  The accusation was that the disciples stole the body, or the women went to the wrong tomb.  Polkinghorne says:

It seems to me that the idea of apostolic deceit is simply incredible in view of their later steadfast Christian confession, even to the point of martyrdom.  Equally unconvincing is the suggestion that the women just make a mistake and went to the wrong tomb.  The authorities would then have soon acted to quash the troublesome Christian movement by exhibiting the real tomb with its corpse inside, if that had been the case.

As I have heard it said, “Plenty of people will die for what they believe to be the truth, no one dies for what they know to be a lie”.

But the most powerful argument for the authenticity of the empty tomb is that it is the women who are the witnesses.  In the ancient world women were not regarded as being reliable witnesses; their testimony was not accepted in a court of law.  So anyone making up a tale would make sure it was men who played the key role in it.  The women are there, I believe, because they were indeed the ones who made the startling discovery.  Polkinghorne concludes:

There is, therefore, evidential motivation for believing that Jesus was indeed raised from the dead.  How one weighs that evidence will, however, also depend on how such a counter-intuitive belief (in fact as unexpected in the first century as it is in ours) might be accommodated within one’s world view of the nature of reality.  Those who are committed to an unrevisable belief in the absolute uniformity of nature will be driven to invoke the category of legend as the only way to interpret the gospel stories.  However, to take this stance is to approach the scripture with a mind already closed to what it has to say.

Seeing with the Eyes of the Heart: Contemplative Photography (3)

Cardinal Surprise (2014)

Seeing with the Eyes of the Heart
Contemplative Photography, part three

With the help of Christine Valters Paintner, author of Eyes of the Heart: Photography as a Christian Contemplative Practice, on Wednesdays we are considering how photography can become a contemplative practice, helping us “see” in different ways.

In chapter 2 of her book, Christine Paintner reminds us of an important truth of all spiritual practices: we engage in them by God’s grace and they are more about what we receive than what we do.

Contemplative practice is a receptive practice. We make ourselves available for grace to break in; we open ourselves to listen and ponder. In visio divina, we move our awareness into our hearts and let our vision arise from this place of integration rather than analysis, and receptivity rather than grasping after the things we desire. Our intention is to see things from a new perspective, but the paradox is that this longing requires us to relinquish our usual ways of relating to the world. (p. 29f)

And so, in terms of photography as a contemplative practice, she encourages us to think not in terms of “taking” or “making” or “shooting” photos, but rather of “receiving” captured images as gifts from God. Doing so reminds us of the very mechanism of taking pictures — images are received by the camera through the lens. Plus, to use Eugene Peterson’s phrase, whenever I go out, I am entering a world I did not make, a world that I receive daily as a divine gift. So, from now on when I engage in this practice, I am going to think in terms of going out and “receiving” some photographs!

I can testify of many serendipitous moments when out walking with no particular picture-taking agenda, or when I’m looking through the lens, or later when I’m processing images.

  • Sometimes I find myself surprised as I come upon something unexpected and there, before me, is a perfect subject for a photo.
  • At other times the lens enables me to narrow down and focus my attention to see what I wouldn’t have noticed before.
  • Or, as I pull captured images up on my computer for review, I see new things, realizing that there was more to be observed than met my eye at the moment.

Photography can thus be understood as an act of receiving revelation, Paintner says, and then we as artists can offer to others a “vision of the graced ordinary moment” (p. 31)

This brings to mind the monastic value of hospitality. In chapter 53 of his Rule, Benedict writes, “Let all guests who arrived be received like Christ.” When the stranger arrives — that which is unexpected, strange, and mysterious — we are called to recognize the holy presence shimmering there. This means inviting strangers into our world without imposing our own agenda on them. In contemplative practice and photography, it means staying open and curious to what we might discover when we don’t know what to expect, when we make the effort to see beneath the surfaces. It means gazing on scenes before us that feel strange and making space to receive them fully. (p. 31)

For a photographer, one thing this means is simply having your camera available as often as possible. You never know what is going to show up and present itself for you to receive.

The photograph at the top of the post is an example of this. I was sitting at a table in the dining room at the Abbey of Gethsemani, working on a writing project. My camera was on the table next to me because I took walks during breaks and snapped photos. That year I was particularly interested in seeing how many good bird photos I could get around the Abbey grounds.

I glanced out the window at the very moment this red cardinal popped his head up out of the evergreen bush. He posed long enough for me to receive this delightful image with my telephoto lens.

Life and wonder and extraordinary things are happening all around us all the time. Whether you receive them through the practice of photography or not, I urge us all to be hospitable to what God might show us as we move through the day.

Masturbatory Worship Music

A few weeks ago, Gail and I were sitting in a restaurant on a Sunday following church. This particular restaurant must be owned by evangelical Christians, because every time I go there, I hear Christian praise and worship music being played as I eat. I don’t know if it’s a Sirius channel or some form of Christian muzak, but it’s all worship songs in the background.

As we were finishing our meal that day, I commented to Gail, “Every single one of those songs sounds exactly the same!”

  • The same chord progressions.
  • The same production style and instrumentation.
  • The same song forms — verse/chorus/bridge, with a quiet, intense penultimate chorus followed by a musically aggressive restatement of the main theme.
  • Vocals that try to come across as passionate and intense, wringing every emotion possible out of the lyric.
  • Lyrics that emphasize grand adjectives in what I assume is an attempt to lift the listener up into a sense of transcendence.

These songs have become a style unto themselves. When we talk about “worship music” now, we are not only talking about music that is used for a particular purpose, we are referencing music that is all the same style and substance!

And its design is singularly programmatic as well: it is meant to stimulate a certain emotional response in individuals and crowds. As a former worship leader in evangelical congregations, it is remarkable to me how utterly formulaic this music has become.

And, if you will forgive my vulgarity, how masturbatory it has become.

It is designed to be “an experience” for me, not a thoughtful expression of obeisance to God.

It does not enable me to consider my duty to respond to God in daily life, but rather fools me into thinking this wave of emotion I’m feeling is the proper response to God.

Jonathan Aigner recently posted an example of this, as it actually took place in a worship service. In addition to the manipulative music that follows the form above, the video you’ll see in a moment includes the “spiritual” rantings of a worship leader that exacerbates the situation by adding hyper-emotional “testimony” to the mix.

What makes this particular example so egregious to Aigner (and to many others, including me) is not only the “performance,” but the fact that it took place on the same Sunday that the pastor confessed to the criminal act of sexually assaulting a girl to whom he was youth pastor twenty years earlier., Then, in essence, he swept it under the rug, to the cheers of his audience.

This is a rather well known story by now, having been covered by Aigner and our friends at Wartburg Watch, so I won’t focus on that (though you are welcome to discuss the matter in the comments).

What I want to focus on is how this kind of “worship” enabled this congregation to completely avoid the serious issue at hand. It swept them up into a wave of emotion that left them powerless to exercise sound judgment, truly respond to God, and consider the issues raised by serious sin. What, in fact, they did, when the pastor gave his “confession” later in the service, was give him a standing ovation.

Which is what you do when you can’t help it, because, after all, this is the star of the show that just lifted you up into glory and sent tingles down your spine.

I can’t put my response to this any more prophetically than Jonathan Aigner did in his post, “When a Worship Song is Blasphemous”:

…Sanctimoniously parroting your quasi-biblical catchphrases while offering a seminar in corporate crisis management is a rejection of your calling as ministers of the gospel.

It is bad worship.

It is blasphemous.

It is gross malpractice.

It is a litany of lies, proven by our own words and actions.

It is a masturbatory, self-preserving, self-worshiping, self-referential pursuit.

It is worship that is about the self. I don’t care how many butts are in your seats. I don’t care how many campuses you have. I don’t care how many podcasts are downloaded, how many books ordered, or how many propagandists you manufacture.

Worship is ethics. And what you called “worship” today certainly was worship, but it proclaimed a false gospel. The gospel of saving face.

But even if this example had not been part of such a travesty as that service, it still represents something deficient and deadly in the church. Commercialized, formulaic, self-centered “worship” is as far from what that word is supposed to signify as possible.

Where are the pastors, artists, and wise leaders who will move us toward maturity? Who will get us to stop playing with ourselves and grow up so that we can truly love God and our neighbors?

On Resurrection and Eternal Life (2)

As a hospice chaplain, my work revolves around supporting the dying and their families. I officiate many funerals. I deal with questions about death and what happens after people die. I am asked regularly about mysteries beyond our human experience in this life.

On Mondays we are delving into this subject, starting with Gerhard Lohfink and his excellent new book, Is This All There Is?: On Resurrection and Eternal Life. Today we consider chapter two, “Between Skepticism and Belief in the Soul,” an examination of how Greek and Roman thought influenced Christian thinking about the afterlife from the beginning.

For example, here is an inscription from the third century:

This tomb hides the body of unmarried Kalokairos, but his immortal soul has left the body of the young man. She, his soul, has left far behind the cares of a bitter life and hurries on the divine road so that she might arrive purified. (p. 12)

There is an anchor carved beneath this epitaph, which, Lohfink notes, is the only clue that this statement differs from any number of pagan formulations from the same era.

That idea was formulated quite explicitly in antiquity, especially by followers of the the philosopher Pythagoras. Soma–sema, said the Greeks: “body–tomb.” In this world of ideas the soul is what really makes the human; the body is only an obstacle. In death the soul is liberated as if from a tomb, a prison. As we have seen, Plato also presents such ideas in his Phaedo. (p. 12)

The influence of such ideas upon Christians has been far-reaching, as this verse from a contemporary Christian prayerbook that Lohfink cites shows.

To earth I came without a load,
nothing outward brought with me
except only my soul

Nothing will I take with me
beyond into the lightsome day
except again my soul.

What, then, to me is earthly life
when in but lightsome garments clad
and shedding every earthly fault
my own and only soul shall fly
to God’s paternal hand.

Culture’s ideas have penetrated Christian belief from the beginning. And they still do. In one church I pastored, I preached on 1 Corinthians 15 one morning, emphasizing the unique importance of the resurrection to our faith. One man, an elder in the congregation, came up to me afterward and said, “I had no idea the resurrection and our bodies were so important!”

Well, when you sing “I’ll Fly Away” as your anthem of Christian hope, this is what you get. One can understand the common sense cosmology underneath this. As Lohfink writes, our bodies are material and substantial. When they inevitably break down and expire, what happens to the immaterial, lighter than air “me” — my soul — within? It floats into the ether, of course, to “heaven” above.

However, this platonic, dualistic way of thinking was by no means universal in Greek and Roman culture. As Lohfink says,

For a long time the Greeks were convinced that human life ends as a shadowy existence in the darkness of the underworld, and in later periods belief in the soul was by no means the only philosophy. There was also a powerful strand of materialism for which the body was the one and only human reality. That materialism was usually associated with a profound skepticism, and especially the conviction that everything ends with death. At death the human person falls back into absolute nothingness. A dead person has no “I” any longer, no memory, no awareness, no future. (p. 13f)

In the light of this way of thinking, ancient inscriptions express either that grim finality, or exhortations to the living to enjoy life while you can.

Of course, this strand of thinking remains with us as well, becoming even more prominent in the 20th century, influenced by secularization and the existential questions raised by the horrors of two world wars, unimaginable genocides, and the terrifying prospect of nuclear annihilation.

As Lohfink notes, “…the dissonant polyphony of voices from antiquity is still with us. The question of questions remains, and the answer still swings between radical skepticism and hope for the wholly “other” that will finally answer all questions.” (p. 18)

Classic iMonk: The Poetry of the Bible

Light Snow. Photo by David Cornwell

I have a Sunday off this week! While we’re in Valparaiso, enjoying our grandkids, here is an excerpt for you from a post by Michael Spencer that was originally published in February 2007.

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The Bible not only contains poetry, but it is poetic in its entire vision of reality. Poetic language is frequently Biblical language. The Psalms, Proverbs and prophets are all poetic expressions. Many of the teachings of Jesus, and even some of Paul’s most sublime theological passages, are poetic in form and intent.

The church needs poets to interpret the scripture. Sorry theologians, but most of you have a depressingly poor eye for poetry, poetic meaning and the poet’s worldview. Turning the whole scripture into systematics is fine, but if someone took Shakespeare’s sonnets and turned them into a systematics text, I’d feel like a crime was being committed.

I listen to a lot of uneducated preachers, and some educated ones, that can’t be trusted around any metaphor or simple example of poetic parallelism. When a different word appears, they believe a different doctrine is taught. It’s not a failure of theology or of knowledge of the meaning of words. It’s a failure of poetic appreciation.

A second reason that we need poets is to keep the poetic imagination of God’s people alive. Eugene Peterson has written extensively on this, and I recommend any of his works of Biblical exposition as good examples of the holy and helpful use of the poetic imagination.

The word “imagination” has an impoverished life among today’s evangelicals. “Imagination” seems to mean “lie of the devil,” and “danger to your eternal soul” to many regular believers. Poets, of course, work in the imagination like painters work with color or farmers work with soil. They are not simply “rhymers.” They encourage us to see with the imagination; to live with the intensity of poetic insight and the awareness of poetic reality.

Contemporary evangelicalism tends toward the twin poles of a lecture hall and an entertainment venue. If imagination can find a place in keeping church from being boring, there may be some welcome for the poet, but the true influence and power of the imagination in finding the depth, beauty and holiness of life is rarely part of contemporary evangelicalism. Our poetics must fit into the card section of the local Christian bookstore.

An impoverished imagination manifests itself in all kinds of ways. Evangelicals don’t see the world as poets see it. They tend toward pessimism, materialism and the unquestioning acceptance of the values of the corporation and the capitalist. Imagination is a “troubler of Israel,” asking Christians to see the world as charged with the glory and significance of God.

In his book, Reversed Thunder: The Revelation of John and the Praying Imagination, Peterson points to the book of Revelation, in particular, as a casualty of a failed imagination, leaving us with a very ugly literalism and the notion that God is more of a Hollywood producer than the Triune Lord of all history and creation. Studying Revelation with evangelicals these days is like examining a schematic with engineers. We need the poets to rescue us.

Of course, we need the poets to enhance our worship. Not just with more lyrics to more contemporary choruses, but with more words that encourage serious, God-centered, heart-stirring musical and artistic expression. Our churches are devoid of great poetry, and the reason is not only because we have become a banal, shallow generation that cannot appreciate. It is because we seldom, if ever, give the poets any place at all. We are, as Ed Stetzer recently said, quite efficient at convincing many creatives–especially non-musical ones–that we have little use for their offerings and gifts.

I wonder what it would take for the average church to allow a poet regular access to the congregation, in order to write, read, share and facilitate reflection on life via poetry? What kind of church would invite the poets to come and tell us what they see and feel? Could we ever be open enough to the spirit to let the words of the poets come into our communities to describe what our tired rhetoric can no longer communicate? What kind of generous, expectant mindset does it take to realize that the language of the traditional Protestant sermon isn’t always the music of our lives? That sometimes, the poet is the one who has the word or the Word?

We need poets because of their honesty. Evangelicalism isn’t known for authenticity, and that may be a large reason poets haven’t had much of a life in the church. Their voices are often the voices of doubt and pain. They don’t promise us answers in the last stanza. I’m sure many Christians who have the poetic voice would be afraid to let some of their best work be read by their Christian friends. The judgments would be quick and plentiful. We have little mercy on those who break our unwritten “codes” of “what Christians are supposed to say.”

Mostly, I’d like to see the church value and encourage the poet because we suffer from a failure of pastorally, missionally useful language in evangelicalism. Our ambiguity about reading scripture in worship, our preference for the dialect of preachers (from dogmaticians to comedians), our need to put the outline on Powerpoint: all of it betrays a paucity of language.

Poetic language is intense and compact; it is full of experience and comes to us differently than the “heard it all before again and again” language of the typical evangelical sermon.

The church needs its poetry. It needs its Psalms and Song of Solomon. It needs its Donne and Hopkins. It needs to invite the Dickinsons and Frosts to come in out of the cold and into the warm light of faith’s sun. It needs the words of the unknown poets waiting to be heard. But this means confessing that the language of science and exegesis and theological precision are not the language of lament, experience, solitude, celebration or even worship. We may have to confess that the poets, and not the pundits and culture warriors, are the ones with the most power to speak.

The Saturday Monks Brunch: February 3, 2018

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There is some big game on in the US of A tomorrow night, and we begin today’s feast with a few ideas for your Sunday brunch:

Though it may represent an overly literal form of interpretation, I found at least one Bible-believing church that thinks the scriptures reveal the secret to the game’s outcome:

However, another school of prophets has received a different word from the heavens, complete with a bit of Hebraic wordplay:

When Justin Timberlake, who will perform at halftime, was asked about his little son donning a uniform one day, the singer responded immediately, “Uh, he will never play football. No, no.” However, if he did, you can be sure he’d try some moves worthy of his famous father. Like this one, for example:

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AN OBIT FOR THE AGES — LEAVE ‘EM LAUGHING

From Geisen Funeral Homes:

Terry Wayne Ward, age 71, of DeMotte, IN, escaped this mortal realm on Tuesday, January 23rd, 2018, leaving behind 32 jars of Miracle Whip, 17 boxes of Hamburger Helper and multitudes of other random items that would prove helpful in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

Terry is survived by his overly-patient and accepting wife Kathy, who was the love of his life (a fact she gladly accepted sympathy for during their 48 years of marriage). He is also survived by daughters Rebecca (William) Hines and Jean (Jeff) Lahm; sister, Linda; brother, Phil; grandchildren: Alexander and Hannah Hines (The Mesopotamians), Daphne and Erin Pistello (The Daffer and Peanut), Brendan and Owen Lahm (Phineas and Ferb) and Tessa McMurry (Smiley).

He is preceded in death by his parents Paul and Bernice Ward, daughter Laura Pistello, grandson Vincent Pistello, brother Kenneth Ward, a 1972 Rambler and a hip.

Terry graduated from Thornridge High School in South Holland, IL, where only three of his teachers took an early retirement after having had him as a student. He met the love of his life, Kathy, by telling her he was a lineman – he didn’t specify early on that he was a lineman for the phone company, not the NFL. Still, Kathy and Terry wed in the fall of 1969, perfectly between the Summer of Love and the Winter of Regret.

Terry volunteered his service in the United States Army and was an active combat Veteran in the Viet Nam War.

He retired from AT&T (formerly Ameritech, formerly formerly Indiana Bell) after 39 years of begrudging service, where he accumulated roughly 3,000 rolls of black electrical tape during the course of his career (which he used for everything from open wounds to “Don’t use this button” covers).

He enjoyed many, many things.  Among those things were hunting, fishing, golfing, snorkeling, ABBA, hiking Turkey Run, chopping wood, shooting guns, Bed Bath & Beyond, starlight mints, cold beer, free beer, The History Channel, CCR, war movies, discussing who makes the best pizza, The Chicago White Sox, old Buicks, and above all, his family.

He was a renowned distributor of popsicles and ice cream sandwiches to his grandchildren. He also turned on programs such as “Phineas and Ferb” for his grand-youngins, usually when they were actually there.

He despised “uppity foods” like hummus, which his family lovingly called “bean dip” for his benefit, which he loved consequently. He couldn’t give a damn about most material things, and automobiles were never to be purchased new. He never owned a personal cell phone and he had zero working knowledge of the Kardashians.

Terry died knowing that The Blues Brothers was the best movie ever, (young) Clint Eastwood was the baddest-ass man on the planet, and hot sauce can be added to absolutely any food.

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NOW THIS OBIT IS JUST NOT RIGHT

Ever imagine you won a million bucks playing the lottery? Donald Savastano did.

And when he won and took the lump sum of over $660,000, he said modestly, “”Being a self-employed carpenter, I didn’t really have a plan for retirement…the money will help with that. I don’t have any other extravagant plans. I’ll buy a new truck, pay off some debt, and invest for the future.”

One of the things Savastano thought he should catch up on was seeing to his own health. Without health insurance, he had not been to the doctor for quite awhile, so he used some of the money to go see his physician.

There he discovered he had stage 4, terminal cancer. Three weeks later, on January 26, at age 51 Donald Savastano died.

If some well meaning religious type says there’s a reason, well, I think I might be capable of anything at that moment.

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A COUPLE OF STUNNING PICTURE GALLERIES

First, a friend sent me this set of breathtaking shots of  “liquid mountains” on Lake Erie roiling like the monsters of chaos were summoned. Click on each picture to see a larger image, and go to ABC News to see more.

Second, Amazon just revealed its new office project in downtown Seattle. It consists of three giant spheres that house, along with its workspaces, a conservatory with 40,000 plants from around the world. It took seven years of planning and building and 600 jobs were created to form this “rainforest” in the northwest.

Here are some of the remarkable shots from this new complex. Again, click on each to see a larger image, and you can see the full set of pictures at Bloomberg.

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MEANWHILE, WHAT’S HAPPENING IN SCHOOL THESE DAYS?

I think I may have actually found that elusive “gift for the person who has everything.”

Why not send him or her to Switzerland to get a degree in yodelling?

I’ll go if I can get one of those cool headpieces!

The Lucerne University of Applied Sciences and Arts (Luasa) will run a three-year bachelor’s degree and a two-year master’s.

The courses will begin in the 2018-19 academic year.

Or, perhaps a trip to Yale would do. There you could get in line for the most popular class in school history.

About 1,200 students signed up within a week after enrollment period opened to take Psyc 157, “Psychology and the Good Life.”  That’s about one-quarter of all Yale undergraduates. It has earned the distinction of being the most popular course in Yale’s 316-year history. The demand was so great that the course lectures were moved to Woolsey Hall, home of the Yale Philharmonia.

According to the New York Times, “the course ‘focuses both on positive psychology—the characteristics that allow humans to flourish…and behavioral change, or how to live by those lessons in real life.’ It includes weekly ‘rewirement’ assignments, like performing acts of kindness and forming new social connections.”

Here’s one of those who successfully passed the course:

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THEY’LL LITERALLY PUT YOU OUT ON YOUR ASS

I hope students everywhere will learn to avoid the penalty this cafe has imposed for those who pollute the air with one of our most aggravating adverbs:

And you thought Internet Monk’s moderation policy was strict!

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COOLEST DISCOVERY OF THE WEEK

Researchers using a mapping technique known as LiDar (Light Detection And Ranging), which bounces pulsed laser light off the ground, revealing contours hidden by dense foliage, found that perhaps 10 million more Mayan people than previously thought lived in the dense jungles of Guatemala’s Peten region between roughly 1,000 BC and 900 AD.

The technique revealed tens of thousands of previously undetected Mayan houses, buildings, defense works and pyramids, along with evidence that Mayan agriculture was much more extensive and land-altering than thought in the past.

In all, the mapping detected about 60,000 individual structures, including four major Mayan ceremonial centers with plazas and pyramids.

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FINALLY, AN IMONK PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

Avoid the cesspool of funky flu.

The Rise and Fall of Adam and Eve (2)

On Fridays, we’re doing a series on Stephen Greenblatt’s The Rise and Fall of Adam and Eve. In his stunningly well-written chapter, “By the Rivers of Babylon,” Greenblatt begins to trace the origins of the Adam and Eve story and how it came to be placed in the Hebrew Bible.

If you want to understand Adam and Eve, don’t start in Eden; go to Babylon.

Stephen Greenblatt gives a vivid overview of the Babylonian Captivity, noting that the kingdom of Judah was one of a number of nations that were taken into exile, along with many of the Chaldeans’ own citizens, forced into slave labor through indebtedness. The Jews had roots in Mesopotamia, through their founding father Abraham, who was from nearby Ur. After King Zedekiah’s foolhardy uprising, the Babylonian armies besieged and sacked Jerusalem, burning the city and its Temple to the ground. In all, they suffered three deportations, and as Greenblatt says, “The lives of the Hebrews had been shattered.” (p. 25)

This led to a spiritual crisis for the theocracy: “For the faithful, in exile in Babylon, the central psychic experience was anguish. Where was Yahweh?” (p. 26)

In Babylon, King Nebuchadnezzar had built a temple and ziggurat in honor of the god Marduk, also known as “Bel,” the lord. Stephen Greenblatt describes an annual celebration of this god that the Jewish exiles had to endure for decades.

Every year the Babylonians observed a grand New Year’s festival in Marduk’s honor. Statues of other gods, paying homage to the city’s divine protector, were taken down from their niches and carried in a grand public procession to the main sanctuary. On the festivals fourth day, led by the king himself, there was a solemn recitation of a sacred text that had been first inscribed on clay tablets in the remote past. The venerable text, bearing the prestige of its immense antiquity, was the Enuma Elish, the Mesopotamian origin story.

…In the sixth century BCE, when generations of captive Hebrews were forced to encounter it year after year, the Enuma Elish was already shrouded in great antiquity. Its age conferred upon it a special prestige that it shared with several other ancient Mesopotamian stories of human beginnings. One, called the Atrahasis, told the story of a primoridal flood that almost destroyed all of humanity; another Gilgamesh, recounted the love of a semidivine hero for a human fashioned from clay. These works feature gods — a whole pantheon of them — but Yahweh is nowhere among them, let alone their lord and master. So too they recount the creation of the first humans, but these are not called Adam and Eve and their maker is not the supreme Creator-God of the Hebrews. It would have made perfect sense for the Hebrew captives to embrace the beliefs of the Babylonian victors and to abandon a provincial, local, and, above all, failed god. But they — or at least a pious remnant among them — clung fiercely to his memory. (p. 27f)

After Babylon fell to the Persians under Cyrus, many of the Jewish exiles were permitted to return to Jerusalem and the land. There they undertook the task of rebuilding the Temple, the city, and their identity as a people. They also “embarked upon the comparably immense intellectual labor of forging out of all of their diverse records and repeated stories a sacred book.”

For a thousand years or more, the Hebrews had done without a single, collective sacred text. But in Babylon they had heard over and over again the Enuma Elish with its praise of Marduk, who created the first humans. The trauma of exile, along with the threatened loss of cultural memory, may well have triggered the key determination to bring together the stories and the laws with which the Hebrews defined who they were. For it is in this strange soil — a defeated and embittered people, repatriated at the whim of a foreign prince — that the Bible as we know it seems to have taken root. (p. 45)

Greenblatt notes that it was this book, this Torah (God’s instruction), that turned the Hebrews into the Jews, the Am HaSefer, the People of the Book.

And where did this book begin to tell its tale in hopes of re-forming the Jewish nation?

It began with the claim that Yahweh, the true and living God, created the universe. It continued with stories of this God making humans from clay and breathing life into them, bestowing upon them a divine vocation. These stories were set in Mesopotamia, in a “garden” not unlike the king’s gardens they had seen in Babylon. The Jews’ stories in Genesis 1-11, unlike those of their captors, did not contain tales about conflicts between the gods that affected humans, but of human conflicts and violence that prompted the living God to act in judgment and salvation. They too had a flood story, which taught a much different lesson than the Enuma Elish did. They also wrote about the building of a ziggurat, a “tower reaching to heaven,” like the one they had seen in the great city. Whereas the Chaldeans had called their temple “Etmenanki,” the temple of the foundation of heaven and earth,” the Jewish retelling cast it as a doomed monument to human pride.

As Stephen Greenblatt says in his next chapter, which focuses in more on these stories and how they relate to the stories of Babylon, “The Hebrews were determined to distinguish themselves — from the very beginning of time — from their former captors. The Genesis storyteller was in effect burying a hated past.” (p. 45)

Testing Scripture: A Scientist Explores the Bible- by John Polkinghorne, Chapter 6- The Gospels

Testing Scripture: A Scientist Explores the Bible — by John Polkinghorne

Chapter 6- The Gospels

Polkinghorne begins this chapter with the observation that no literature in the ancient world has been subjected to such intense scholarly scrutiny as the four Gospels.  For at least the last two hundred years, critical study has concentrated on seeking to analyze and evaluate what can be reliably learned from the Gospels, especially about the historical Jesus of Nazareth.  Many scholars have adopted what Polkinghorne calls a strategy of relentless skepticism.  But he believes to adopt such a stance is, in fact, disastrous, for it induces a kind of intellectual paralysis.  It’s a type of intellectual nihilism, where nothing can be believed because there is no chance of anything being demonstrated to be believable.  No other literature of the past is subjected to, or judged according to, this withering and relentless skepticism.  If it were, we could know nothing or learn anything from the past.  Perhaps, being a geologist, I’m more sensitive to the disaster of extreme empiricism.  In the business, we call it paralysis by analysis.  Geology deals with indirect evidence and is largely a science of induction about past events based on the traces left by those events in the present.  We use remote sensing tools like ground penetrating radar, magnetic induction, and resistivity measurement to induce what lies beneath the surface of the earth.  We probe with core drilling and down-hole geophysics to assess sub-surface conditions at spot locations and then interpolate and/or extrapolate the findings to give a coherent picture.  Is it 100% accurate?  Never.  Is it good enough to establish a well-motivated belief that allows us to act?  Yes.  And so Polkinghorne believes the rational strategy is to commit oneself to what one considers to be a well-motivated belief, while being aware that sometimes it may need revision in the light of further evidence and insight.  This is the spirit in which he seeks to approach the Gospels.  He says:

The traditional assignments of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John only originated from statements made in the second century, where we are also told that Mark was closely associated with the apostle Peter and derived much of his material from him.  There is much scholarly discussion about what to make of these claims, for the evidence they present is fragmentary and indirect.  I think the essential question is not the identity of the particular person who wrote a particular text but the historical reliability of what was written.  This is an issue to which we shall pay careful attention.

Even a casual reader will perceive that Matthew, Mark, and Luke share a good deal of similarities while John is distinctly different.  The Synoptic Gospels show Jesus as rooted in first century Jewish life, giving much of his teaching in homely parables and focusing his message of the coming of the Kingdom.  In John, Jesus speaks in more timeless tones and much of what he says centers on himself.  The series of “I Am” sayings—the bread of life (John 6:35), the light of the world (John 8:12), and so—assert astonishing claims to unique and universal significance, and this attitude is reinforced by repeated depictions of himself as the Son sent by the Father and in intimate relation with Him.  But John’s Jesus is no mere heavenly figure, the Word who was with God and who was God, but also the Word made flesh John 1:1-14).  When Jesus meets the woman of Samaria at the well, he is genuinely tired and thirsty and he has to ask her for a drink (John 4:3-14).

Mark the Evangelist, 16th-century Russian icon

The similarities between the Synoptics probably stem from the fact they share much material in common.  A great deal of Mark’s Gospel reappears in Matthew and Luke, sometimes with interesting small changes in detail; one reason most scholars believe Mark to be the earliest Gospel.  Matthew and Luke have in common a substantial body of material which many scholars believe may derive from an earlier document (often referred to as Q– from German: Quelle, meaning “source”).  Polkinghorne says:

In understanding the Gospels, it is important to realize that they are not biographies written in a modern manner.  Not only do they omit much that such biographies would contain (What did Jesus look like?), but also, in the ancient world, writings about an important person were selective and concentrated simply on what was of central significance for the character portrayed.  Moreover, there was not the modern concern to be absolutely accurate about matters of subsidiary detail.

The essential point that the Gospels are seeking to get across is expressed in John, where it is said, “These things are written so that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name” (20:3).

Polkinghorne gives the example of the curing of blindness in or near Jericho—Matthew 20:29-34, Mark 10:46-52, and Luke 18:35-43.  In Matthew two men are encountered on the way out of Jericho.  In Mark it is one man as they are leaving the city.  In Luke it is one man met on entry to the city.  Clearly, all three are telling essentially the same story, whose deeper significance is that meeting with Jesus brings people out of darkness into light.  We may easily imagine these differences of detail arising in the period of oral transmission prior to the consolidation into written form.  I think we have good reason to believe that they were seeking to tell a reliable story of what happened, expressed within the historical conventions of their time.  Another sign of this is recording sayings of Jesus that were problematic for them, but which had to be included in a truthful account.  For example, in Mark 10:17-20, a man comes to Jesus and asks, “Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life.”  Jesus is said to have responded, “Why do you call me good?  No one is good but God alone.”  Since the early Church believed that Jesus was sinless, this saying must have seemed a hard one to understand, but it had to be reported because it was there in the tradition.  All four Gospels tell the story of Peter’s threefold denial of Jesus.  That was a highly embarrassing incident in the life of one of the early leaders of the Church.  Nevertheless, it had to be recorded because it was what actually happened.

Polkinghorne notes that the most certain fact about the deeds of Jesus is that he was an outstanding healer.  There are so many stories of healings in the Gospels that they could not be excised without destroying the whole fabric of the narratives.  A repeated theme is controversy about healing on the Sabbath.  This was clearly a point of sharp contention between Jesus and the Jewish authorities and this could not have been the case unless there actually were such healings.

Amsterdam Maritime Museum- the woman caught in adultery whom Jesus saved from being stoned to death

Another fact about Jesus that it seems impossible to doubt is his willingness to accept, and even eat with, disreputable sinners, including tax collectors and prostitutes.  We moderns get the part about prostitutes, but it is hard for us to imagine the absolute hatred of the first century Jews towards the “tax collectors”.  First, no one likes to pay money to the government, especially when the government is an oppressive regime like the Roman Empire of the 1st century.  Second, the tax collectors in the Bible were Jews who were working for the hated Romans. These individuals were seen as turncoats, traitors to their own countrymen. Rather than fighting the Roman oppressors, the publicans were helping them—and enriching themselves at the expense of their fellow Jews.  Third, the tax collectors made their living by extracting more money than the Romans were levying.  The Romans didn’t care how much the collectors extracted, as long as they got their cut.  So a rich publican, like Zacchaeus, got rich by using Roman authority and the threat of punishment to gouge his own fellow countryman.  So Jesus’ behavior scandalized his Jewish contemporaries, who strongly disapproved of his acting that way without first insisting on an act of public repentance.  The fact that the original twelve disciples consisted of Matthew, the tax collector, and Simon, the Zealot, who regularly knifed tax collectors is not to be minimized; it is a reflection of who Jesus was and what he stood for.

Lastly, Polkinghorne comments of the birth narratives of Matthew and Luke.  He notes we are so used to conflating the two gospel accounts that is only when we read them carefully and separately that we become aware of how different they are.  Luke seems to tell the story from Mary’s perspective; he likely conducted interviews with her in compiling his accounts.  Matthew seems to see things much more from Joseph’s perspective.

Luke gives us a very specific dating of the birth in relation to a Roman census, but there are severe scholarly difficulties in reconciling this with what is known of ancient history, and with Matthew’s (plausible) statement that it took place during the reign of Herod the Great.  A principal concern in both stories is to explain why, if Mary’s home was at Nazareth, Jesus was born in Bethlehem, as Messianic prophecy required.  Polkinghorne does not doubt that there is historical truth preserved in the birth stories, but establishing its exact content is not an easy task.

Luke, explicitly, and Matthew, more obliquely, both assert the virginal conception of Jesus.  Christian tradition attaches much more significance to this than the rest of the New Testament seems to.  Paul is content simply to lay stress on Jesus’ solidarity with humanity: “God sent his son, born of woman, born under the law” (Galatians 4:4).  Polkinghorne states:

The virginal conception is a powerful myth, and I believe that in the religion of the Incarnation the power of story fuses with the power of a true story, so that the great Christian myths are enacted myths. On this basis, I find myself able to believe in the virgin birth, even if the motivating evidence is less extensive than that for belief in the Resurrection.

I’m with Polkinghorne here as he echoes C.S. Lewis.  The alternative is that Joseph and Mary were bumping uglies ahead of schedule, Mary did the deed with someone else and cheated on Joseph, or Mary was raped and chose to hide that.  The first two make Mary (and Joseph) to be liars, something contrary to the witness of their character.  The third has some plausibility in that societal context, which would try to blame Mary for rape.  So if you want to believe the Virgin Birth is a later accretion by the Church, then have at it; you probably believe the same thing about Jesus’ claim to divinity and the Resurrection.  I’m going to save my rant for the next chapter on the cross and resurrection.

But please don’t try to make some argument about scientific impossibility; of course it’s impossible; hence the term miracle.  I’m in firm agreement with Lewis (from Miracles) here:

The idea that the progress of science has somehow altered this question is closely bound up with the idea that people ‘in olden times’ believed in [miracles] ‘because they didn’t know the laws of Nature.’ Thus you will hear people say, ‘The early Christians believed that Christ was the son of a virgin, but we know that this is a scientific impossibility.’ Such people seem to have an idea that belief in miracles arose at a period when men were so ignorant of the cause of nature that they did not perceive a miracle to be contrary to it. A moment’s thought shows this to be nonsense: and the story of the Virgin Birth is a particularly striking example. When St. Joseph discovered that his fiancée was going to have a baby, he not unnaturally decided to repudiate her. Why? Because he knew just as well as any modern gynaecologist that in the ordinary course of nature women do not have babies unless they have lain with men.

No doubt the modern gynaecologist knows several things about birth and begetting which St. Joseph did not know. But those things do not concern the main point– that a virgin birth is contrary to the course of nature. And St. Joseph obviously knew that. In any sense in which it is true to say now, ‘The thing is scientifically impossible,’ he would have said the same: the thing always was, and was always known to be, impossible unless the regular processes of nature were, in this particular case, being over-ruled or supplemented by something from beyond nature.

When St. Joseph finally accepted the view that his fiancée’s pregnancy was due not to unchastity but to a miracle, he accepted the miracle as something contrary to the known order of nature… as evidence of supernatural power… Nothing can seem extraordinary until you have discovered what is ordinary. Belief in miracles, far from depending on an ignorance of the laws of nature, is only possible in so far as those laws are known…

…the grounds for belief and disbelief are the same to-day as they were two thousand – or ten thousand – years ago. If St. Joseph had lacked faith to trust God or humility to perceive the holiness of his spouse, he could have disbelieved in the miraculous origin of her Son as easily as any modern man; and any modern man who believes in God can accept the miracle as easily as St. Joseph did…

As a modern man, who is a scientist, I accept the miracle.

Seeing with the Eyes of the Heart: Contemplative Photography (2)

Divine Light (2014)

Seeing with the Eyes of the Heart
Contemplative Photography, part two

With the help of  Christine Valters Paintner, author of Eyes of the Heart: Photography as a Christian Contemplative Practice, we are considering how photography can become a contemplative practice.

In her first chapter, Paintner introduces us to a long mystical tradition which has understood that our five physical senses have parallels in our inner being, five “mystical senses” that enable us to perceive and contemplate the spiritual world. She traces this back to Origen, who appealed to Proverbs 2:5 and the idea of a “divine faculty of perception,” as well as other scriptures that speak to hearing God’s voice, touching the incarnate Christ, tasting the goodness of God, and even smelling the savor of Christ.

She also reminds us of the long tradition of finding God in beauty. But she does not call us to be snobbish aesthetes. Instead Paintner encourages us to see beauty in the common things around us. “The purpose of art is not to send us to an alternative world but rather to return us, even as our vision has been renewed, to the realm of the ordinary.” She reflects upon the insight of Gregory Palamas, who taught that the Transfiguration of Christ did not signify a change in Christ, but an opening of the disciples’ eyes, so that they could see him in his true glory. “The journey into photography as a contemplative practice is a journey toward transfigured seeing, toward seeing the world as it really is.”

Carmelite William McNamara described contemplation as a “long loving look at the real.” It is long because it takes time and slowness to see the holy, shimmering presence beneath the surface of things. It is loving because the contemplative act is one that arises from a place of compassion. It is a look at the real, at the truth of things as they are, and not how we want them to be. This means that sometimes when we behold, we see suffering and we have to stay awake to that experience.

Contemplative seeing and beholding are conscious acts of becoming receptive and dropping as much as possible, our own ego desires and projections. It is only from this space of openness and wonder that we truly see the movement of God in the world.

A Monk’s Manifesto (Abbey of the Arts)

Thanks to Abbey of the Arts (which I told you about in last week’s post on contemplative photography) for this manifesto. I wholeheartedly approve and commend it as a wise and Jesus-shaped path. You can sign the manifesto at the Abbey, and download a PDF copy for yourself.

Monk: from the Greek monachos meaning single or solitary, a monk in the world does not live apart but immersed in the everyday with a single-hearted and undivided presence, always striving for greater wholeness and integrity

Manifesto: from the Latin for clear, means a public declaration of principles and intentions.

Monk Manifesto: A public expression of your commitment to live a compassionate, contemplative, and creative life.

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1. I commit to finding moments each day for silence and solitude, to make space for another voice to be heard, and to resist a culture of noise and constant stimulation.

2. I commit to radical acts of hospitality by welcoming the stranger both without and within. I recognize that when I make space inside my heart for the unclaimed parts of myself, I cultivate compassion and the ability to accept those places in others.

3. I commit to cultivating community by finding kindred spirits along the path, soul friends with whom I can share my deepest longings, and mentors who can offer guidance and wisdom for the journey.

4. I commit to cultivating awareness of my kinship with creation and a healthy asceticism by discerning my use of energy and things, letting go of what does not help nature to flourish.

5. I commit to bringing myself fully present to the work I do, whether paid or unpaid, holding a heart of gratitude for the ability to express my gifts in the world in meaningful ways.

6. I commit to rhythms of rest and renewal through the regular practice of Sabbath and resist a culture of busyness that measures my worth by what I do.

7. I commit to a lifetime of ongoing conversion and transformation, recognizing that I am always on a journey with both gifts and limitations.

8. I commit to being a dancing monk, cultivating creative joy and letting my body and “heart overflow with the inexpressible delights of love.”*


*quote is from the Prologue of the Rule of Benedict